Precious note
I envy thee
No need to gloat
Filled with glee

Left the paper there
Had to leave
He left with care
In town: left grieve

The feelings with-in
When he dies
Not one grin
Just wet eyes

Because on that note
To his beloved friend
These words now float
"I love you, 'till the end."
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Edited version:

Precious note,
I envy you,
no need to gloat,
the words, true.

Sheet left behind,
had to leave,
music left to find,
so much to grieve.

Feelings in the paper,
people crying,
left like water vapor,
their friend dying.

Sacred note,
let me down,
reading what wrote,
no smile; frown.

He told her something,
she wanted to hear,
but it didn't bring
happiness, but fear.

Died in a car,
leaving that note
didn't go far,
now his words float.

But, it's too late,
she loves him, too,
cruel, cruel fate,
and this story is true.